Devil's Marionettes Ch.1 ((ver.1))

[Zero-chan]

Hallo~! Uhm, this is the first chapter of a story I am writing/typing at the moment. I'm not that GREAT at writing sooo... no flaming please. I haven't been writing for a long time so throw me a bone here. Well, here ya go and hope you enjoy it. :]

“”For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son…””

The world has fallen from grace. It, and it’s inhabitants, have fallen into the black hole of hatred and sin.

“”…that whoever believes in Him shall not perish…””

But, there are those select few who still have hope for it- the world. They believe that one being can save them from the dark depths of where they have fallen.

“”…but have eternal life.””

They believe in what is called a ‘Messiah.’ An overzealous leader of some cause. An odd cult of some sort, if you ask me.

“”For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it…””

They worship Him. Pray to Him and ask Him to save them… But He does nothing for them but bring more chaos. I will come into their world… and I will reign over it…

“”…but to save the world through Him.””

And He will fall before the Beast who bears the cursed mark…

“Tch… save the world my ass… You’re nothing. And you’ve done nothing for these… wretched beings. But I will show them what a true God is. And they will worship me…”

And so, the Beast laughed…


Devil’s Marionettes

I shall devour you alive
And never will I leave
For I am your sin
I am the beast that lies within
The one that listens to your cries in vain


London, England

“I can’t stand it anymore!! I hate you, this house, this place, my life… I hate having a family!!!”

No one understands how I truly feel…

“And just where… do y-you esspect to go…?!”

No one hears me crying in the darkened corners as I am continuously abused by those whom I thought loved me…

“Anywhere but here is fine by me!!! If I stay here any longer, I’m going to die!! I’ve suffered for far too long!!”

The drunken, babbling fool before me would never understand what shit I’ve gone through. I hate it here… I hate life…

“Oh, is zat so…?!”

I’ll leave. I’ll go far away where no one will ever find me… I’ll be alone for the rest of my life.

“It is, you drunken bastard…!!”

“Wh-what’dya say at m-mey…?! Watch yer m-mouth Erik Michaels…!!”

I grabbed the closest and hardest object that I could get my hands on- which was a lamp- and I threw it at him. It hit him in the head- hard- and caused him to stumble backwards; dropping the bottle of beer in his hand and knocking him off of his drunken feet. He yelped and grabbed at his head. The crimson liquid that tied us together from the day I was born ran down his face and smeared onto his hand.

After staring at his hand for what seemed like forever, he looked up at me and glared. I shot him the same look back.

“You look juz’ like yer muther… I hate tha’ woman…” he grumbled as he began to try and pull his ass off of the floor.

That didn’t help the situation at all. It just made my temper worse.

I hated being compared to her. Or to my father, for that matter. My mother was a prostitute who had slept with my dad and accidentally got pregnant. After I was born, she just up and left. My father called her time and time again, asking her why she left, only to get the same reply every time:

“I lost my career because of you and that damned child. It’s all your fault!! Do with the child what you wish. I don’t want nor do I need him or you, for that matter. I want nothing to do with your family!”

After he’d hear that, he would start crying and throwing tantrums. Then, he’d start drinking heavily. And after the heavy drinking, came the violent drunken monster. He would hit me and scream at me. He’d say, “It’s all your fucking fault!!”, “You should have never been born!”, or “I hope you die!! I just want you to die!!!!!”

“Don’t compare me to that woman… And don’t compare me to you, either… I want nothing to do with you or this… this…. THIS FAMILY!!!!” I yelled in frustration and anger.

“Good!! Th…then why don’ ya jus’ fuckin’ leave…!!!” he yelled back at me, slamming the bottle of beer onto the ground. I watched as the bottle shattered into many pieces and the remains of the liquid that it held splattered about the floor- some of it splattering onto our feet.

I looked up at him and then I turned and began to walk outside under the blackened sky. As soon as I had reached the road, I heard my father yelling and screaming at me again. But this time… he had a gun. I reached into my pants pocket and turned around and walked over to him as he walked towards me- the gun he held pointed at my head.

I felt… cold. My heart raced as I ran at him, pulling out a pocket knife and flipping it open. Father cocked his gun and yelled at me more, but I didn’t hear anything. I couldn’t. Everything had gone… mute.

The lightening flashed brightly as I charged him, ducking down low under the hand that had the pistol. I aimed the knife up at his throat and lunged up at my intended target. His eyes widened in fear as my knife closed in on his neck.

Everything went black and white for a moment. Time had seemed to… slow down…

I hear… a voice…

Fall into the darkness from which you came, boy…

Wh… who are… you…?

Become my soulless puppet… and serve me…

WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!

Fall from grace you wretched human…!!

I heard a horrible, mind crushing laughter. Then… the voice disappeared…

Rain…

…thunder rumbling…

…ripping of flesh…

…a silent cry…

…a thud…

My heart slowed its pace and I became a little warm again. I could hear again, too. And everything was in color.

My hand and face felt… very warm. I glanced down at my right hand- the one that held the knife. It was covered in blood. I reached up and gently touched a spot on my face and looked at my fingers- blood there, too. Then, I looked down at the ground. There was blood everywhere, but it was slowly being washed away by the rain. His body lie limp on the cold and wet ground in front of me. His eyes were wide open and the color of his irises was a foggy green. A large slash mark was very noticeable on his throat- blood gushing from the injury. His fingers were still wrapped around the pistol- his index finger on the trigger. But he wasn’t going to fire.

No… because he was dead.

The pocket knife that I held in my hand fell to the ground as my fingers released their grip. I stared endlessly at the dead body that lie at my feet. Then, that question stabbed at the back of my unconscious mind…

What… have I done…?

Why had that question continued to stab at me? I knew what I had done… I killed the man… that had tortured me for so long… I suffered no more…

But will the suffering… stop completely…?? I wondered.

I stared at my father’s corpse for another minute or so, then I turned away and walked off from the scene. I could still hear his cry… And I could still… hear the terrible sound of flesh being torn…

I was alone now… I no longer had a family… I didn’t want one… They did nothing for me but cause me pain. But now, I could let go of all of that suffering and agony. I could leave all of those memories behind me.

…

I could leave… with a smile…

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